Wendy awoke to find a small face peering at her. A young boy, maybe four or five, was curled up on her chest with his chin resting on his folded hands looking curiously at her. Without any warning the little boy leaned forward and gently licked the tip of her nose.

"Ok, off you go," Peter came into view and lifted the little boy off of her chest leaving it cold and empty.

"Awe c'mon. He was keeping me warm!" Wendy joked sitting up and looking around.

She was in a bright room, the walls were bare wood which gave it a nice cabin feel. She was laying in a King sized bed with white sheets and cream colored pillows. White silk curtains hung around the four posts that stood at the corners of the bed. Feathers and beads were strung around the room in the most random places. The edge of a shelf, wrapped around the leg of a chair, and as she looked at Peter she could see a small feather peaking out from his red hair behind his ear.

"That was Jeremiah. I'm surprised he came over to you, he barely comes out of his little den." Wendy could feel the bed dip as Peter sat down, "I'm the only person he ever approaches. So that's kinda weird."

Jonathan, Marcus?!

Wendy's eyes suddenly widened. Where were her brothers? Where was her mother? Where was Smee? Where was she? She flung her legs over the side of the bed, a cold draft of wind making goosebumps crawl up her legs. She was inches away from kicking Peter in the face, who fell off the bed from her sudden movement.

¨Wendy? What's wrong?¨ Peter asked, standing up. Wendy's breath came out from her mouth, thick, choppy, and cold.

¨I...what....I...where are Marcus and Jonathan?¨ She asked, stumbling over her words as she tried to ask the right question. Peter crossed his arms, frowning.

¨Are you feeling alright, Wendy? You don't have any siblings named Marcus or Jonathan. Your brothers and John and Michael,¨ Peter said. Wendy put her hands over her ears. She shook her head.

¨No, no, no, no. You're wrong. You're lying. I have two baby brother's, Marcus and Jonathan. I have a mother, Cassandra. I have a friend named Simone, and a best friend named Donnie. I...I don't know you, or that boy that was sitting one me." Wendy found herself standing up. Peter put his hands on her shoulders.

"Well, we didn't know each other very well anyway, it's not like I saved your life. Just calm down, alright?" Wendy sucked in a deep breath. It came out shakily. She coocked her head to the side.

"Wait...what?"

"You and your brothers were walking in the streets. The Pirates came out from nowhere and attacked you three. We came to help. Your brothers, you, Tink and i were running while the Boys were dealing with the Pirates. As we ran, I asked you about yourself. We got cornered in an alleyway then you fell over-"

"I was stabbed," Wendy interjected.

"Right, I did know that." Peter's face was slightly red ,"Anyway, you were stabbed and then I was knocked over and then we dragged you back here."

"Yeah, I remember that part." Wendy cast her eyes downward at her healed stomach. If she turned just right, it felt as if the knife was still lodged in her gut.

"Here, let me introduce you to the Lost Boys...and Tink," Peter said, grabbing her hands.

"I want to go home," she whispered. Did she? Did she really want to go home? Did she really want to go back to the world where her mother was obliviously going to marry the man who beat her and her brothers relentlessly? Did she really want to go back to the world where she had only one friend, and everyone else shunned her? Did she really want to go back to a world where she meant nothing? No, not really.

But she wanted Donnie, and Smee, and her brothers.

"You're thinking, aren't you?"

Peter's voice pulled Wendy out of her thoughts. She looked up at him. She noticed her teeth gnawing on her bottom lip, her left hand kneading into her right, and her right foot twisting itself in circles.

"Lets just go meet your family."

"Wendy! You're okay!" Two voices chorused. As Wendy and Peter walked out of the bedroom (which was hidden behind a curtain of animal skin), Wendy felt two pairs of arms being flung around her waist. She let out an 'uff!'. She looked down to see two boys smiling up at her.

Her eyes widened.

"Marcus? Jonathan?" Her voice cracked. The boys, scowling, released their sister and backed away.

"Wendy, it's us, John and Michael," the older one said (Jonathan to Wendy, John to everyone else).

"Michael, John, Wendy thinks she's from somewhere....else. She thinks we're all different people then we are-"

"I'm not crazy," Wendy snapped. Peter flung his hands up towards his head in surrender.

"Never said you were," the room went awkwardly silent, "Anyway! Wendy, this is Isaac, he's a fox, Jeremiah, he's a skunk, Vincent, he's a bear, Ender and Asher, the twin squirrels, Rodney, the rabbit, and Riley, the raccoon. Boys, this is Wendy."

"Hello, Wendy," the boys chorused, their voices monotone. An irritated cough came from the far corner of the room. Wendy turned her head towards the sound. The blonde haired girl was standing there, leaning into the corner, arms crossed, lips held firm in a scowl. Her eyebrows raised as Peter turned to look at her.

"Ah, yes! I almost forgot! Wendy, this is Tinkerbelle, my best friend. Tink, this is-"

"Wendy, I know, I know," Tinkerbelle scoffed. She was wearing a similar outfit to Peter's (They both looked as if they were dressed in leaves), but Tinkerbelle was wearing a brighter, lighter, green, and her shirt was a deeper V-neck than Peter's was. Tinkerbelle sauntered over to Peter. She put her hands on his shoulder, followed by her chin. She smiled up at him, batting her eyelashes dramatically. Wendy lowered her head and rubbed her arm.

"Wendy?" There was a slight tug on her blue sweater. Wendy looked down. Her youngest brother, Marcus/Michael, looked up at her with his big brown eyes.

"Yes Mar-Michael?" Wendy knelt down in front of the small child, who Wendy knew was only five. Michael squeezed his ragged teddy bear.

"I heard you tell Peter that you wanted to go home. That means you don't remember," he whispered, his voice low. wendy sat on her bottom, crossing her legs. She pulled Michael into her lap.

"Remember what?" The child sniffed, wiping his nose on the top of his teddy bear's head. He tugged on his pink full body pajamas.

"It means you don't remember that Father died before I was born, and Mother died after I was born," Michael whispered timidly. Wendy's heart started beating quicker. Mother? Dead? The last thing wendy had said to her mother was that she hated her future husband. Her mother was dead, and now she couldn't apologize for what she said.

"It means you don't remember how much we needed you, Wendy," John added, sitting next to his sister. He leaned his head on her shoulder. The attention in the room was turned away from Tinkerbelle and Peter, towards the three siblings.

Wendy stared at her brothers in awe. Them...need her? All she did for them was take care of them when Mother wasn't around. All she did for them was take care of them when their mother couldn't. All she ever did for them was...

"It means that you don't remember you sneaking us out of the nasty orphanage. It means you don't remember sneaking us onto the boat that took us here, to New York." It was then when Wendy realized her littlest brother didn't have a British accent, like she and Jonathan shared, but rather, a New York accent.

"That..that couldn't have been me. I'm...I'm not that...great," Wendy said. Peter walked over (much to the anger of Tinkerbelle) and sat in front of the siblings. The Boys followed suit. Tinkerbelle stayed where she was, but her scowl faded, her arms falling to her side.

"Where I'm from, I don't do things like that. I've only ever snuck out twice, and both times," Wendy shuddered involuntarily,"I paid my price. Where I come from, I only have two friends, Simone Captain, and Emerson Lurtis. Where I come from, Michael is Marcus, and John is Jonathan. You see, where I come from, I'm not as brave as you say I am. I'm a shy, nervous, timid person, who tries not to talk to people. I try to avoid people. I'm not the person you think I am."

"You're wrong, Wendy," Michael said, "You do try to avoid people, but not out of shyness, or timidness. You are nervous, but not because of your inability to talk to people. You try to avoid people to protect us. You don't talk to people to protect us. I don't care who you thought you were, you aren't her anymore, Wendy."

The room went quiet yet again.

"What was the last thing you remember from this 'other world'?" Tinkerbelle asked from her position in the center of the room. All eyes turned to her.

"Umm...well...I snuck out of the house with one of my friends. I was left at my future step-father's house for a while. For as long as I can remember, he's hit my siblings and I, so I was skeptical when I left." Wendy told the Boys, Peter, Tinkerbelle, and her brothers what happened with Philip. With every nail biting word she said, they were drawn more and more into the story. Wendy finished it with her being flung into the wall, and her world blackening.

They stared at her in awe. Unable to speak, they Boys' held their eyes wide.

"I think you're in a coma. So this is a dream," Tinkerbelle said. When Wendy looked at her this time, she noticed how short the girl really was. She looked like she was about 5'2, no more. She had blonde, pixie cut, hair. Her eyes held a mischievous gleam, while her body language screamed sass. She was just the kind of girl Wendy tended to avoid.

Peter was quick to speak.

"That means we aren't real. I won't accept that. Everything we've done, everything we've gone through, that was real." Tinkerbelle shrugged.

"Maybe she was in a coma before. Maybe she belongs here and was in a coma, then woke up without any memories. Whatever happened, she's here and we need to decide what to do with her."

'What to do with her'. Not them, 'her'. Tinkerbelle wanted Wendy to leave, but was willing to keep her brothers.

"I like her," little Jeremiah piped up from his place on Peter's lap, "We should keep her."

"Keep her?" The Boy dressed like a bear, Vincent, who looked about 15ish, scoffed,"What would we do with her? She made it pretty obvious she can't fight."

"She could help with healing."

"She could help with morals."

"She could help with ethics."

"She looks like the strategic type."

"She should be our janitor."

The Boys whispered and giggled and laughed at the crazy ideas they came up with. Michael and John held onto their blushing sister protectively. Jeremiah yawned.

"She could be our," he yawned again,"Mother." The commotion stopped. Even Tink straightened up. Peter socked an eyebrow.

"What do you mean, Little Skunk?" he asked. Jeremiah shrugged, leaning his cheek against Peter's arm.

"She's a great storyteller. She also doesn't have a mother. We need a mother. We also don't have a girl around, besides Tink, but she doesn't count (at this, Tinkerbelle huffed, recrossing her arms). I like her, and we all like her, especially Peter. She's nice and I want a mother." The finality in the four-year old's voice made no one else in the room speak for a second. The Boys started murmuring agreements.

"I've never had a mother."

"We don't remember ours."

"Mine was a junkie."

"Mine died giving birth to me."

"Mine got shot!"

The last exclamation was a bit too cheerful for Wendy's liking, but she elected to ignore it. Michael and Jonathan had obviously already been accepted into these Lost Boys, and they were trying to decide what to do with the older sister, the odd one out.

"Peter?" Vincent turned to their leader. Peter shrugged.

"Wendy?" Peter's eyes bore into Wendy's. She looked over at Tinkerbelle, who looked as if she was biting back a few nasty comments.

"Since I don't remember anything from this place, I might as well," Wendy said. Cheers echoed throughout the warehouse.

Dinner wasn't exactly what Wendy was used to. After the joining ceremony (In which each sibling was given an animal to be), a few Boys went out to look for food.

"Why do I have to be a deer? They're lame!" John complained, fiddling with his tail. Michael stifled giggles.

"Come on, Jona-John, deers are elegant and beautiful," Wendy teased, prancing around the room. Michael stuck his tongue out at her.

"Hows my little eagle?" Wendy asked Michael, who's hand was planted firmly on his chin. She kissed his head.

"Why do you get to be a wolf? It's totally unfair," John continued complaining, while Wendy continued to prance around the room, singing about John being a deer.

"Wendy, please sit down," Tinkerbelle snapped. Wendy pouted and sat between her brothers. Dinner was brought back into the room, filling it with a strange smell. The Boys all moaned.

"What is it?" Wendy whispered to Peter, who sat across from her. He had a child-like grin on his face.

"Pizza," he whispered back.

Wendy had never had pizza. But when she tasted it, it was the most delicious thing she'd ever eaten.

"Peter you have to kiss Wendy!" Michael shouted rapidly, out of no where, causing everyone to spit out the pizza that was in their mouths.

"What?" they all replied. Michael stood up.

"Wendy told me this story of a girl named Aurora. She was cursed to go into a thing that Wendy called a coma. She didn't wake up until her true love kissed her. Tinkerbelle says she's in a coma, so if Peter kisses her, she'll wake up!" Tink doesn't spend a second waiting to storm off.

"Michael, honey, I only just met Peter. I don't know him. He can't be my true love," Wendy whispered to her brother. John was rolling on the floor, unable to keep in his fits of laughter.

"Peter?" Jeremiah said ,"Why are you red?"

The rest of the night, Wendy avoided Peter. She watched as he whistled and all the boys scampered off somewhere. Wendy noticed Jeremiah going to a hole in the wall the was covered in, not only pillows, but random bits and bobs. It made her smile.

"You guys can take my room until you've found a place in here. I'm going to find Tink." With that, Peter left.

Wendy sung her brothers to sleep, and was soon asleep herself, dreaming of nothing but her mother.

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